B.C. FaJohn

“I couldn’t hear him anymore, but his mouth formed the words of a comforting coo: “You’ll be okay.” And then I watched him bite into my calf, first, where most of the pinpricks of blood were forming. I jerked, body arching as I hissed out, but then my vision turned this blinding white when a rush of euphoric pleasure crashed onto me. It forced me flat onto the soil and washed away the agonizing pain that had been snaking toward my chest. My cries faded to moans, pain to pleasure. I became distinctly aware of his tight hold on my thigh and hand, and the goosebumps that chased after his touch when a finger grazed the shape of my knee. He didn’t stop at my calf, though part of me wished he had. I was weak and vulnerable to a man twice my strength, and had been all but designed to kill me. He was a predator, one that grazed his lips to my thigh and pressed the most innocent kiss to the soft flesh.”
― B.C. FaJohn, A Crown of Ash & Silver